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I’m getting close, so I fast forward my fantasy until we’re back in my room. He’s on top of me, his hands pinning mine above my head on the pillow. His eyes are captivating as he pushes into me, and we both groan as we start to move together.

“Can I join you?” says a voice from the background.

I moan aloud as an imaginary, shadowy figure enters the mix. The alpha from the balcony and the shadowy stranger move me until I’m on my stomach on the bed. The first alpha pulls my hips back and thrusts into me again as I take the shadow man’s cock between my lips.

And then I’m cumming hard, buzzing with the pleasure of my own fantasy.

Chapter Nine - Conrad

It’s morning, and I’mready to make my mission a success. I’ve hardened my heart.

Yesterday, after the shenanigans in the confessional boxes, I had to close myself in the shower and pump my cock to the thought of her. I imagined that it was I who tore out the screen between us, and Carissa, Henry, Ransom, and myself who couldn’t contain ourselves.

In my mind, Carissa was sitting in my lap, her head thrown back as I fucked her ass, punishing but also tender. As I fucked her, I watched my packmates enjoy her breasts and her cunt. Finally, it was time to bite her — to make her ours. I licked the spot on her neck as she pleaded with me. And then my teeth sunk into her flesh, bonding us together for all time.

That’s when I spilled my seed on the shower wall with a grunt.

Today, I need to let it go, if only because it’s pretty bullshit to lust after a person you’re planning to destroy. It’s hard to ignore the feelings I have for her, even knowing how deeply cold and calculating she is. As soon as I scented her, all the dreams I had, all the memories from our youth came screaming back to me. It seems that my instincts don’t care about the past... but I do.

I need to nip all this attraction shit in the bud now. Especially if I’m going to tell Henry and Ransom that they have to stay away.

Our associate producer, Seth, knocks on our door at 8am on the dot. He’s young, probably 23 or 24, with short brown hair and dull blue eyes. He’s dressed all in black like the rest of the crew, wearing his headset like a badge of honor. Beside him is a grizzled beta cameraman, who looks less than thrilled to be here so early, and a younger man with a fuzzy mic on a long stick.

“Good morning, gentlemen,” Seth says in a cool, neutral, beta voice. “I trust you enjoyed your breakfast?”

“Yes, thank you,” Henry says eagerly. “Is it time?”

“Yes, it is, first dates!” Seth replies excitedly. He gestures to the cameraman and the sound guy. “Hank, Cecil, and I are going to come into the suite with you and film you getting ready, all right? Then they’ll follow you down to the main hall.”

After what seems to me to be a very awkward scene of us re-washing clean coffee cups and re-combing our hair, it’s time to go. We meet another pack in the hall — Pack Two, I think. They’re a scholarly looking bunch, all wearing thick-rimmed glasses and dressed in tweed. I detect the scents of pencil shavings, citrus, sage, and beeswax. They smile politely, nodding in greeting as we all head down the stairs together.

Willard is standing in the middle of a semi-circle of alphas. He’s dressed semi-casually in a blue button-down shirt and a pair of designer jeans, and he has that same irritating smile painted on his face. I’d like to punch that smile clean off his mug... and I’m not the first to think about it. As I recall, there has never been a season ofOmega Girlswhere an alpha didn’t take a swing at him.

It seems, though, that he is very good at evasive maneuvers. I don’t think anyone has ever landed a punch.

After we find our marks, Willard glances at the head producer, who gives him a nod, her bob haircut moving gracefully around her serious face.

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